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Unspoken 2

there are letters where some stains
still stick, like some fading drops
of water color on a very clear
sheet of perfumed paper

you have read them not just once
but over and over
for years and years

you still cry. You blame your mother
whose genes are sentimental
about some broken hearts

you check the trunk again
and open a bundle of papers
sensing those perfumed ones

a dry petal of a rose
black bold strokes of
a pen, some words that you
still want to read:

i will love you forever.

you are taken back to the time
when you were a smiling
lover beside her

along a boulevard
holding hands and talking
about sweet nothings

you hear the sound of
a boat leaving

and you see some
lights flickering

dissolving far away
from you
on a
black horizon.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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